User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March Original/@comment-3135907-20160811145125/@comment-3135907-20161124155058

But Dogbane was gone again, vanished the Devil knows where into the gathering darkness of the woodland grove.

Flewdd scrambled to his feet, rubbing ruefully at eyes unused to foreign visitors such as those attached to Feffle's right paw.

And then, finally and with horrifying abruptitude, they were not alone.

No arrows, no javelins slung. Only a low, concerted howl, immediately followed by reedy shrieks.

"Tarrakuggha, Yarrakuggha, ghie, ghie lllllum!"